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Jack kept his eyes locked on Millie as he clutched his fingers to his wound. He tried to say something, but nothing came out. He stumbled a few feet back until he tripped over a crewmember's dead body and fell to the ground. Blood seeped down his stomach and soaked into his shirt. His eyes still locked on Millie, he tried to speak again, but he just choked in pain. Millie was holding her breath as she watched Jack's face tremble.
Davies began to stride up to Jack slowly, his sword ready to puncture Jack's skin again.
"Pathetic," Davies whispered as he towered over Jack.
"Jack…" Millie managed to whisper.
Millie felt her feet pound against the wooden deck when she saw Davies lift his sword up, preparing to stick it into Jack's chest. She was tearing through the fog as she dashed to prevent Jack's death. Time seemed to hang still, and every footstep she took seemed to last a lifetime. She saw the sword tearing through the air, inches from Jack's chest. She saw Davies, with his heart as black as night, about to kill the greatest pirate to ever sail the seas. And in her mind she saw the day aboard the Black Pearl when she awoke in Jack's cabin, thinking she was doomed to similar times to those onboard the Red Flame, but actually found herself opening up to the wonderful crew, and its captain. When Davies' sword was almost inside Jack's heart, Millie had reached the scene.
She pushed Davies over, his sword flying in the air and landing right beside Jack. She pressed his wrists down to the deck, digging her nails into his sun kissed skin. As Millie stared into Davies' ocean eyes she remembered every heart wrenching moment onboard the Red Flame, and every second that she had had to dwell on the horrible memories that Davies had created and haunted her mind with for an entire year.
"BASTARD!" she screamed as she lifted her hands from his wrists and formed them into fists.
Millie felt the hatred exploding inside her chest knowing that Davies could have just taken the one person that made her feel as if she meant something in the world for the first time. The hatred that had been building up in her system for that whole year was fueling her energy as she flung her fists at Davies' perfect face repeatedly.
Davies tried to get the extremely strong girl off of him, so he grabbed her by the arms and pushed her off of him, sending her flying across the deck. Jack tried to get up to try and help Millie, but his chest was searing in pain, and he couldn't move quite yet. He was trying to save his strength for later if he needed it…
Davies got up from the deck, and went to go and finish off Jack, but Millie had other plans. She scrambled over to Davies from behind and grabbed him by the leg so that he fell over, his head banging on the deck with a thud.
Millie didn't waste anymore time. Her fists went flying as she loomed over Davies. She heard a loud crack when she hurled her fist at his nose and felt his jaw give way as her other hand pounded his cheek. Blood was pouring from his broken nose, and as Millie's fists kept raining on his face, the blood soon covered her knuckles.
"Yeh' deserve every last bloody hit!" she shouted as she still sent her fists into his face.
She stopped attacking him for a moment, and took a deep breath while looking at her victim. Davies' face was almost completely red because it was covered in blood, and his nose and jaw looked as though they were disconnected from his body. His eyes were struggling to stay open, as he lay on the deck of his own ship motionless.
The ring on his finger was still brilliantly gleaming, even in the thick fog, and it caught Millie's eye. She immediately reached for his limp hand and tore the ring off of his finger. She slid it onto her finger slowly and examined it carefully and quickly. Davies stirred, and Millie focused her eyes on his disgruntled face.
"I took back what's mine," she whispered to Davies.
"Yeh' mean mine," Jack said weakly as he stood up, grabbing Davies' sword beside him. He staggered his normal, drunken walk over to Millie and smiled. His pain was completely masked by his kindhearted smile, and Millie mirrored him by smiling back.
"So it's yours," Millie said with her eyebrow raised. Jack nodded.
"But you can keep it," he said, and Millie let out a small giggle as those blasted tears welled up in her eyes again.
"A whore an' 'er bloody scallywag are finally reunited," Davies muttered, and pushed himself up with his weak arms. He felt around for his sword in his belt, but it wasn't there. The brilliant captain had obviously forgotten that when he was pinned to the ground by a young girl, his sword had fallen into the hands of Jack Sparrow.
Jack unsheathed his sword in his right hand, and grasped Davies' sword in his left. He began to reach his left arm out slowly, as if he was giving Davies back his sword…
"What are yeh' doin'?" Millie protested and grabbed Jack's arm, "Yeh' can't give 'im a fair fight!"
"He doesn't deserve it, but I want ta' see 'is face when he sees defeat," Jack replied in a dark voice.
Davies could barely see out of his swollen eyes, but he grabbed his sword slowly and carefully, ready to jump back since he expected Jack to push his sword into his chest in surprise. However, Jack stood completely still until Davies wrapped his fingers around his sword's handle.
"Let us begin," Jack said with a smirk.
Davies bared his teeth menacingly and lunged at Jack. They parried for a few seconds then Jack spun around unpredictably and flung his sword towards Davies' shoulder. Davies blocked Jack's slash with a huge motion then took a few quick steps towards Jack to prepare for another defense. The two captains were traveling around the deck as they fought, both trying to find a lull in the fight so that they could wipe the blood away from their wounds.
They had gone all the way across the ship so that now they were clashing their swords on the quarterdeck. Davies swung his sword at Jack's feet, but Jack jumped over the blade and then slashed his sword across Davies' arm, ripping through his overcoat and making a long scar, much like the one on Millie's arm. Davies grimaced, but then grinned maliciously at Jack while they circled around the helm.
Jack leaned up against the large helm, then spun around to the other side, just to find Davies' sword obstructing his. Jack came out from behind the helm as Davies wiped the blood off of his arm. Then, Jack pushed his sword out intensely in front of him and Davies blocked it once more. There were several more forceful attacks and clever defenses, but Jack's swordsmanship surpassed Davies when he swung his sword several times at Davies face, causing him to back up into the helm. Davies was trapped between the helm and Jack's sword. His eyes narrowed on the blade in front of him and he scowled.
"It all comes down ta' this," Jack said while he pressed his sword against Davies' neck.
All Davies could do was nod slightly. He was showing fear, and Jack was delighted. He traced his sword's path lightly on Davies' neck without making an incision several times before he spoke.
"You bring disgrace ta' every pirate in all th' ocean," Jack said.
"I do it proudly," Davies said loudly and powerfully, though inside Jack knew that Davies was incredibly scared.
"This is fer all th' pain that yeh've caused in Millie's life," Jack whispered as he dragged the blade across Davies' neck.
The wicked smile that Davies had plastered on his face vanished as his throat was slit. The skin on his neck was leathery and loose when Jack released his sword from Davies' throat. Davies fell to his knees as he began coughing up excessive amounts of blood. He seized his throat and tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Davies was nearly dead and collapsed to the ground, his eyes opening and shutting slowly.
"G'bye," Jack said and shoved his sword into Davies' heart. Captain Leonard Davies, the most malevolent, spiteful, evil, disgusting, despicable pirate to ever sail the seven seas, was finally dead.